Here's Eva Cassidy, "Songbird".
I have a tremendous love & respect for Cassidy's work. She had the most perfect taste of any singer-only performer I've ever known. And w.r.t. genre? She was, as am I, *fuck* genre. I sing it cuz I like how I feel when I sing it.
This is a Fleetwood Mac cover, of course. It shows off her dynamics, most of her work is like this, with an incredible gift for, you'll laugh, just volume. She goes from whisper to chanteuse to self-chorus to *edge*, like ain't nobody bidness.
If you own all her work, I do, what you'll find is an amazingly strong singer who just absolutely refused to sing anything that didn't please her. This is no Ella, no Billie, no Amy & Emily, no other Amy. But damn, she was herself, and herself was rather fine.
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